Washing cloths..something next to impossible for me....The scenario....I am standing all alone in the dark passage area.....the sound of discharging water from the tap gave me the horrific feel..Its like m in a do or die situation...I have to do it..I have to kill da enemies...kill dem alll untill the last survivor remains...At last I gatherd the courage and made the heroic glance to the bucket of stinging...dirty enemies.I made the first blow.....and bang I got in return....man I was so angry I decided to use my secret weapon 'the brush'.....I scratched and smashed...and I did dat very hard......I scratched nd scrathed and the last blow....aaaw....the shirt was dead...white blood oozed out of it...i made it see through....oops I lost my shirt....the very dear friend....It was very close to my heart...bt as u know....best friends make the best enemies.....I stood still...trying to cope up wid da loss.And then.....blows and kick...Paaaw...WACK...SLAM.....and at last I am standing all alone...all the wet bodies wre left one over another.......Man.. I felt very proud...I guess inventing the first telephone wld have been easier dan this.....
The survivor stands...wid pride and dignity...the hero of"Washing Cloths"
The survivor stands...wid pride and dignity...the hero of"Washing Cloths"
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